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A New World

Evie's POV

The new day was upon us and Moose had managed to wake up me and Bri by licking us on the face. The fire that we made had burn out and sun was shone brightly in the sky.

I wake up dusting of the dirt on the dress and wiping the boogers off my eyes. I also discovered twigs in my hair so I pulled them out one by one and decided to put my long brown curly hair into a neat bun. I noticed that Bri kept trying to go back asleep but she noticed that Moose wasn't letting her off easy and continued licking her face.

With a pout, Bri finally got up and looked at Moose tiredly.

"We should go into town but I'm starving." Bri said.

"Preach, girl. I'm hungry too. I was just about to go hunt some deer."

"Hunt? You have gun on you?"

"No something better." I exclaimed with a smirk on my face.

Hunting. Most Americans treat like a sport and hunt for the fun of it collecting the bodies of animals and using it for fur, food, and entertainment. Which is their prerogative, no judgement here.

Cree taught me that the natives and indigenous believed that hunting is a way of survival and end the hunger of empty bodies that go hungry on the reservations. They respect the craft of hunting and not only respect the elements of nature and have used every part of the animal after the hunt. He taught me how to shot a gun, throw a knife, and archery. He believed that I should be able to learn how to protect in case that he's not there.

Cree believed that a woman should be able to do all that a man can and even twice as better as a man. Cree allowed me to spar and fight him and a few of local natives on the reservation. Cree not only taught to me how to box but showed me martial arts. He use to box professionally and competed nationally and internationally all over the world but he gave it all up after he had to take care of me. I still till this day don't know why he didn't go back to boxing.

Every time I ask him about it, he says "You, my daughter are the most important thing in this world to me and I will move mountains for you, Ahote. Nothing can separate us".

I shed a tear just think about that moment. My Agidoda, I miss you so much.

Cree has been there for me during my brightest and darkest moments. In the event that my parents died, Cree was there for me. The night the police came to our door, forever my world was changed.

My parents were everything to me and more. My mother was beautiful woman with caramel skin and blue eyes that changed color when she was mad. She had blonde shaved hair cut that similar to Eve. She always tucked me in and read Pippi Longstocking which was my favorite book to read because I always thought that I was going to become like Pippi one day. Not having the dead parents part but traveling the world and being unapologetically myself. At least two things that I wanted came true.

I inherited not only mother's looks but another hereditary trait that I despised. Heterochromia. I have different colored eyes. I have one blue eye turns that green when I'm angry and my left eye is light golden brown like the color of whiskey. I wear contact brown colored contacts because I was bullied in school because of my eyes. Kids can be so mean.

My dad had mocha colored skin and small dimples that were noticeable when he smiled and he had long dreadlocks that reached the middle of his back. He was a forever a jockster, always cracking jokes and being the "class clown" of any room. He always be what he call "throwing some meat on the grill" and become the life of the party. He take me to go to football game with him and even though I don't like football and couldn't understand football, I would go with him to spend time with him.